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sillyman-inc · 6 months

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Reblogging

Hello I wrote again.

This time it’s the first time Miles and Kilo met, enjoy :)

TW: suicide implications

A young elf trudged along the decaying land. His dark boot and wooden prosthetic both muddy and worn as they were in need of repairs, his dark armor which usually shined with a bright reflection of light barely shined. Instead stained red with blood.

His one good eye, drained of energy and color, he grew tired of the endless walk and peril he faced.

How many days has it been? He didn’t know, he hadn’t kept track.

His hair remained in a messy ponytail as a portion had kept falling to the right side of his face. He’d grown not to care as it didn’t effect his vision at all within that eye- a wound lied over his right eye, a monstrous scratch that now impaired his vision. The wound didn’t even look to be treated, still remained red, stained with crusty blood and bruised around the area, it looked infectious and it didn’t look like a recent wound, but no attendance or healing was done to help reverse the damage.

Kilo took it as a punishment as healing or helping himself felt like a selfish decision.

As he gazed upwards at the cloudy and gray sky, he sighed- the atmosphere full of death and despair as he’d begun to tune out the distant screams of the monstrosities that lie here.

Everytime he thought he was able to make it out he was tricked, he hadn’t interacted with another person in so long- his sunny and bright personality wore faded like an eclipse within his dread.

Days felt like months, and months felt like years… why was he still going…? Did he still secretly have hope? The darkness felt like it was engulfing him whole, maybe he deserved this… maybe this was his punishment for his mistakes and wrongdoings.

As the realm felt just as unforgiving as he was to himself.

As he walked, trying to find something- anything in this endless world of darkness, his tired and worn nature had failed to see what was right infront of him- a tripwire.

A trap.

As he’d activated it, hearing a click as his eyes widened with shock, his heart racing in his chest as he felt himself be swooped up within an instant by a net.

He let out a small yelp in fear, as he processed the situation at hand- glancing around as he calmed his senses, sighing in defeat.

“Great. Of all things to happen next-“ he grumbled to himself as he thought if he should get himself free with his sword.

But. He hesitated, maybe death was what he’d deserved next… maybe that’d finally let his worries and trauma go aside.

His thoughts were soon interrupted as he’d heard the distant sounds of footsteps approaching… something was different.

These footsteps actually sounded, human…? Instead of the typical monstrous footsteps he’d grown used to. He’d perked up as he tried to focus his senses on whoever was there.

As the figure approached, he could just vaguely make them out,

Whoever they were- they’d worn a dark hooded cloak, it draped over their face.

Kilo felt his panic seep in once more, had death finally come for him…?

As the figure took off the hood, revealing part of their face- it was a man. An elven man.

He took off a facial mask he’d worn, revealing his face, he looked older than Kilo, his eyes red and tired, his hair was a dark brown color- opposed to Kilo’s starlight hair, his skin an ash gray, almost blue… as he focused on the person who’d gotten stuck within his trap.

He didn’t look at Kilo with malicious intent, but with… confusion. “Wow, you’re not from here are you?” He called out, his voice vaguely slurring, Kilo not knowing how to respond as the man looked at him- studying his figure.

He’d shuffled about as he reached for his longbow, aiming it at the net as Kilo’s eyes widened, “no- please I-!” He closed his eyes tight, using his arms to block in fear of the impact as he felt the net fall instead.

He opened his good eye hesitantly. As he looked around before seeing the arrow within the rope that held the net, and not being aimed at him.

“Right, city’s that way.” The man pointed nonchalantly as he stood slightly swaying “not everyone is as nice as me though, so. Keep your guard up.” He warned with almost no emotion.

Kilo blinked for a moment as he stood up, collecting himself.

Was he just sparred…? And… by another person…? He watched as the man started to wander off, stumbling in his steps.

Kilo tried to collect himself. “Hey- wait a minute!” he’d called out as he’d tried to run to the man- who was swigging a bottle of alcohol in his offhand.

Kilo stopped beside him, gazing upon him “You… who are you…? What- what are you doing here? I didn’t think anyone could survive here! Well, except the… monsters I- uh. Suppose.” Kilo spoke nervously then let out a small chuckle in attempt to ease the mood.

The other elf swayed him off “mm-“ he finished a swig of his drink.

“You won’t know me long enough for you to care or for it to matter-“ he slurred as his body seemed to tilt, “Well- my name is Kilo! I’m a- paladin of the moon goddess Selune,” he spoke as he knelt down on one knee, holding a fist to his chest.

“Apologies for my rudeness in not introducing myself sooner.” He spoke with a hint of nerve as he’d stood up.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he tried to lighten the mood, smiling gently as he held out his hand for the other elf to shake.

The darker haired man just stared down at the shorter one, trying to think of a response in his drunken state

“Okay, Kilo. Well. I’m not looking to really uh…” he paused. “Make friends…? So.” He tried to brush him off, Kilo frowned slightly as he’d taken his hand away, trying to figure out how to speak to this guy.

He paused as his eyes lit up-

“Well- friends or. At least- allies can help you get what you need.” Kilo spoke with a small smile, in attempt to persuade him. “So how bout it? You can help me figure a way out of here and I’ll-“ he paused, noticing the taller figure who had a large alcoholic beverage in his hand.

“Get you some of the best alcohol my people have to offer.” He spoke as he tried to strike a deal.

The man raised an eyebrow “You wanna get out of here? Pff- good luck.” He chuckled. “I’ve been trying that since I was a kid.” He laughed, taking another drink.

“That doesn’t mean it’s impossi-“ Kilo tried to interject as the taller figure looked at him with mallace “listen you little asshole-“ he hissed as Kilo shrunk, the other elf now towering over him, his red eyes piercing into Kilo’s.

“There is NO way out of here. This is where you will ROT and DIE. Got it? Especially for someone of your kind.” He growled as he semi- pushed the shorter drow elf back, beginning to laugh as his body swayed.

Kilo stood there for a moment as he’d been taken aback as he thought “What’s that supposed to entail?” Kilo asked, crossing his arms.

“Oh you don’t know?” He chuckled. “Oh you’re in for quite a show aren’t you paladin.” He spoke as he bagan to laugh- stumbling as he almost fell over.

Kilo now started to get irritated with these responses as the man slowly began to explain “your insides will rot until your body can’t take it anymore, blood-! pissing down your eyes until your body starts to crack and break, inhumanly- turning you inside out as your guts and organs fall-!” He went on as his peech gradually began to slur more.

Kilo looked at him for a moment, unsure if he was telling the truth as he watched him stumble, sure he was clearly drunk but was he overexaggerating?

As the drunk man went on and on about death and despair and the inherit doom. Kilo, did initially listen but as he went on- his claims felt more outlandish, and he began to grow irritated as he’d crossed his arms. Unsure how much this man had to drink, and unsure how strongwhatever he’d drank was, he decided to humor him for now.

As this went on, the words the man spoke slowly made less and less sense as they were now just incoherent noises and sounds, vague attempts at words as it was utter nonsense. Kilo was snapped out of his daze, as he spaced out, snapping back to the sight and sound of the taller man falling against the ground face first. Kilo’s eyes widened as he’d went to check to see if he was okay.

“Uh… sir…?” He asked wearily as he shook his unresponsive body gently, checking his pulse, as he held two fingers against his neck before leaning down to study his breathing.

He sighed in relief as he was just unconscious. He sat for a moment as he thought of what to do “His camps ought to be around here somewhere…” he spoke aloud, standing up to look for it.

It didn’t take incredibly long as a small campsite was spotted in a small clearing of the dark and twisted forest. It wasn’t anything grand- a half put up tent with a messily lied nedroll and blanket from within,a burnt down campfire with charred wood, and several empty alcohol bottles scattered across the ground. This was definitely it.

The drow soon made his way back to the other elven man, lifting him up as he lugged his arm around his shoulder and another around his back to support him as he’d walked back to what he assumed to be his camp.

He sat him down within his tent “hm…” he thought as he looked around his camp, placing the blanket over the unconscious man.

Glancing around his camp once more- he decided to make himself useful, picking up all the empty alcohol bottles and organizing them- as he tried to figure iut what exactly it was, taking a sniff as he was overwhelmed with the strong smell of liquor, recoiling as he cringed at the scent.Kilo wasn’t much of a drinker, but he could tell whatever this was extremely strong.“Christ almighty…” upon further inspection, it looked like these were all from the same day.. or at least close, concern grew across his face as he glanced at the unconscious man briefly, shaking his head.

He’d spent the next few hours or so just tidying up the campsite, trying to do things that made him feel useful and helpful. He didn’t want to invade too much though into this mysterious man’s life so he tried not to be too nosy.

As he was doing so, he felt something crack beneath his boot. Looking down as he feared he broke something valuable or meaningful, moving his foot away from the scene as he’d met his gaze with… a vile.

But not of alcohol.

The liquid poured into the ground, it was pitch black and a small cloud of smoke had emerged.

He raised an eyebrow as he bent down to investigate, picking up the shards of glass he’d just broken.

No label or anything, odd.

As he bent to smell it, he felt himself gag at the wretched scent- it smelt of utter decay.

He physically recoiled as he’d taken a whiff of it. Covering his nose and mouth quickly and trying not to vomit at the scent.

“Good gods-“ he coughed out as he stood up, fanning the area around his nose to dismiss the scent.

“What the nine hells is this??” He exclaimed quietly to himself as he debated tasting it to find out, but that didn’t feel like the greatest or smartest idea Kilo’s ever thought up, instead just deciding to collect the Brocken glass remains- maybe he could bring it up later.

As more hours went by, Kilo found ways to keep himself busy, practicing his fighting, writing in a journal to document his experience, and generally trying to make himself useful. He hoped the mysterious man would be able to see how useful he was, maybe that’d make him consider to take him up on his initial offer.

The dark haired man finally began to stir, groaning as he’d taken a look around his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was, recognizing quickly that he was back at his campsite, he sat up before soon spotting Kilo. “You-“ he groaned in pain of a headache, result of a hangover. “What the fuck are you doing here-?!” He yelled out, moving his hand to sit up as his hand was met with a waterskin. “Wha-“ he raised an eyebrow in confusion, moving his hand away as he looked down at the item.

“For your hangover- water helps.” Kilo spoke gently. “I-“ the man looked around, clearly confused and puzzled. “Wh…” then glancing at his now cleaner camp.

“You fell unconscious after spouting utter nonsense about being turned inside out. You fell right on your noggin’” Kilo spoke with a small chuckle as soon walked over to sit infront of the other man.

“I’m…. So confused..” he spoke admittedly, Kilo chuckled “well yea, that’s what happens when ya get blackout drunk and-“ he was cut off “No I mean- why? Why are you here? Why did you bring me here and- tidy my camp?” He spoke with almost suspicion in his voice.

The younger one smiled gently “well,” he started. “I always figured that with a life full of such troubles and worries, it doesn’t hurt to show a little kindness.” He spoke as he reached over to pick up the waterskin and hand it to the taller figure.

“But I don’t-“ he paused. “I don’t understand….” He hesitated to take the water.

Kilo stared at him for a moment “You don’t have to understand to be shown kindness.” He paused. “Now, go on take it.” He gestured to the drink, The other still seeming hesitant “Easy- It’s not like I poisoned your drink or anything.” He laughed gently as the taller one reached over to take it, swigging it down.

Kilo smiled gently, “A redo of an introduction is in order I recon.” He spoke, trying to hold out his hand again. “Kilo Moonshine, Paladin of Selune, at your service my good man.”

The taller figure chuckled, “Weird- my name is Miles Moonshine.” He laughed as he shook Kilo’s hand.

“Your name wouldn’t happen to be Kilometers would it-?” Miles spoke with a laugh, clearly joking. As Kilo perked up “Funny you mention that- because, it actually is!” Miles nearly took a spittake. “I- what??” He spoke, his eyes widening.

“You’re joking- no you can’t possibly be serious.” Miles spoke in denial as the two went silent.

“Uh… well this is, an odd predicament.” Kilo chuckled nervously as he glanced at miles, his face changing as he noticed something. “Oh hang on..” he starred.

“You’ve got the same eyes-! Or.. I guess eye. As me! Same color.” Kilo exclaimed. Miles rolled his eyes as he shrugged “red is a common color..” he spoke but that wasn’t really. True.

“Hm. Wait-“ Kilo spoke before poking Miles in the nose “aye- you’ve got the same n-“ Miles slapped Kilo’s hand away. “Try that again and you’re losing that hand.” Kilo got the message and backed off “right, right, sorry-“ he spoke. “But, you’ve got the same nose and eyes as me.” Miles rolled his eyes “that doesn’t mean much.” Kilo looked at him point blank “our names are ‘Kilometers’ and ‘Miles’, we share the same last name, same nose, and same eyes.” He started numbering off as Miles seemed to connect the dots much like Kilo did.

He looked at Kilo in like an upset confusion.

“Listen. I’m just saying… this might all be connected. Alright?” Kilo spoke, trying to reason.

“Well you’re too young to be my dad, if that’s your theory.” Miles joked as Kilo chuckled at that “Oh gods no- I’ve never had a child.” He laughed lightly.

After a while of chatting they found the most viable option being that they were brothers, both finding that odd in their own ways, but it also made a lot of sense and tracked.

And after much convincing and conveying on Kilo’s part, he’d finally got Miles to try to help him find a way out- but Miles really doubted any chance of finding a way out, however there was apart of him that longed to escape and find a way out, a small amount of hope that shined through him.

The two traveled for quite some time together within the unforgivable realm of the Shadowfell. As Miles slowly began to trust the paladin over time and grown fond of his newfound brother. He was nice and that was rare here, and that was a good change of pace.

The two learned to rely and trust each-other as they journeyed together, sharing stories and laughs amongst themselves from their own individual lives. Before they knew it, their discoveries along their journey had led them to a way out.

A mysterious ruin, thick with mist stood in a clearing of the twisted forest. In the center- a statue stood, broken and overgrown from the time that passed of being unattended to. It appeared to be a statue of a woman, but the head was broken off and scattered across the ground.

The two stepped to investigate the ruins, as the fog changed to a dark black color- absorbing them and warping them whole, completely engulfing their visions as they felt terror consume them, but when things came back into light they stood in a forest, but not the same one no- but a normal forest. They did it.

They were on the matieral plane.

Kilo was overjoyed as he was finally out, cheering “We did it! I-” He turned over to see Miles, who stayed staring up at the sky, the wind gently blew as the birds chirped within the distance, sounds of gentle streams running by as he began to feel himself cry.. Kilo went quiet as he let him have his moment, going over and placing a gentle hand on his back.

Miles was out, he was finally free… and he had a brother to thank for that…

A few writers notes I don’t feel are clear in this, so firstly: I know some of you are gonna ask why Kilo didn’t heal when he’s a paladin. Kilo sees helping himself as selfish a lot of the time, so whenever he gets hurt and he gets injured he feels it’s deserved. As for whatever the vile was- if that was not clear, that was poison and the reason why Miles was drinking so much was to get intoxicated and then kill himself as he didn’t see much point in continuing his life.

Alrighty that is all, thank you for reading :)

#second account #2nd account #writing #writer #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd character #dnd characters #drow #shadowfell #shadar Kai #elf #dnd writing #dungeons and dragons writing #dnd story #dungeons and dragons story #paladin #dnd lore #dnd oc

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sillyman-inc · 6 months

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Genuine question: how the fuck are you guys still liking my privated posts.

Like. I keep getting notified like “so and so liked xyz” but I look- and the post is privated.

How in the actual fuck-

Like okay. I understand reposts and stuff but like. It would tell me if you guys liked a reposted post that was originally my post. No this is. Straight up my privated posts.

I don’t. I don’t understand what the hell.

I keep privating my octonauts stuff but it’s still getting liked what

#Finn talks #Finn rambles

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sillyman-inc · 7 months

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I present. Fern because I love them.

Augh I love her so much.

#art #artist #dnd #d&d #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #dnd character #d&d character #firbolg #warlock #reblog #repost #second account

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sillyman-inc · 8 months

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Howdy folks

If you’re confused what this is about, please check out this video from this person- also where I screenshotted this image from https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8YnGrd8/

I can also try to summarize: Japan is dumping a ton of toxic waste into the ocean and that’s obviously bad and incredibly horrible to the environment.

Also- yes I made sure to check if this is real, one Google search on “Japan dumping nuclear waste” you’ll get a ton of different articles.

#important #very important #please repost #please reblog #boycott Japan #PSA #enviromental #toxic waste

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sillyman-inc · 8 months

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Repost over here

The differences between referencing, studying and tracing artwork

Okay.

I’ve seen a lot of people get these three confused so here I’m going to break them down for you-

Referencing another’s artwork is when you look at their art and try to make yours look more like theirs.

Studying another’s artwork is when you take someone’s artwork, trace the outlines of it to get a feel for how it works and proceed to NOT USE said trace work. This is just so you get a feel of what you’re supposed to do.

And tracing is when you just trace someone else artwork. Don’t do this. This is a form of art theft. Unless the artist is 100% okay with it (and some are) don’t do it.

You are allowed to trace real life images though to use for your artwork just not another artist’s because that’s mean and that’s cheating.

I can also make an entire separate post just dedicated to what’s considered art theft.

#art #artist #artists of tumblr #art reference #art study #art studying #trace #tracing #art post #art theft #reblog #repost #second account

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sillyman-inc · 8 months

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Okay. Hi.

So.

I would like to talk about this as this has been bothering me for a while.

I don’t. Really like octonauts anymore. Or at least right now I don’t. I don’t like being “the octonauts guy” anymore, I don’t like solely being known for that.

I get I posted A LOT of octonauts things and I know my followers are mainly octonauts fans and that’s how I met some mutuals.

But I don’t. Wanna be associated with it anymore really.

I’m incredibly burnt out from it.

It’s not my thing anymore. It’s a potential it might resurface in the future, but right now. It’s like I’ve eaten too much food and now I’m sick but mentally.

That’s why I’ve made my second account @finnissilly to post more about DND related topics and things.

I’m also probably going to be privating a lot of my octonauts content both here and tiktok because I keep having people follow me or comment on old stuff I’ve made that’s octonauts related- most likely expecting that sort of content here but I don’t make it anymore.

Alr kind of a rant but I needed to get it out there and get the point across to y’all.

#finn rants #Finn talks #Finn rambles #octonauts

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sillyman-inc · 8 months

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Reblogging over here

Howdy fellas I haven’t been happy with my art for a while so I’ve been trying to make it more likeable for myself and study what I like in others artstyles (anatomy, coloring, rendering, posing, expression, etc) so here’s some recent attempts at this.

TW blood and bruises

The two at the bottom I’m very pleased with.

Also yeah I know the hand in the one with the hands on Miles face looks stange (the one not showing as much)

But yeah I’ve been practicing and I’m getting happier and more confident in my abilities and art.

#art #artist #dnd #d&d #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #dnd character #d&d character #dnd art #d&d art #reblog #repost #second account

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sillyman-inc · 8 months

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More dnd writing from the second account 💪

another short story between kilo and miles- this being the last time they interact.

TW: lots of phyiscal pain descriptions, torture, vomiting, mentions of abuse.

Two figures sat across one another in what looked to be an underground campsite of a sort, the only source of light emitting was that of a small campfire within the vast darkness.

The first looked to be that of a taller, built, pale elf with dark hair, his face was thrashed of many scars, with a tired expression painted across his face.

He looked to be the older of the two, wearing darker loose fitting clothing bedside his armor.

The other seemed to be a shorter, younger elf with darker blue skin, his hair was that of a starlight off white color, his face appeared to have freckles speckled across as one of his favorite eyes remained covered by his hair that draped down.

He’d worn dark, almost full armor to cover and protect themselves in the harsh world he’d lived within.

The two looked to be related of sorts.

His face painted a different expression though, one of which that portrayed distress.

It was relatively quiet between the two as the only sound was the popping of the firewood, crackling and sparking.

“Right.. what’s wrong?” The older one spoke, breaking the silence as he glanced over at his younger brother.

“Hm?” He seemed to snap from his daze as he met with the man across the fire.

“You’re only this quiet if you’re upset or if you’re distracted. Both can fall into the same category.”

“Oh um..” Kilo was caught off guard, “it’s-“

“You’re full of shit if you say ‘it’s nothing’ Kil’” Miles spoke as he glared over at his brother, he was a very blunt and brutally honest individual.

Kilo, quite the opposite as he considered his options, before sighing in defeat.

“Well- I guess just..” they struggled in an attempt to find their words “I miss my parents, y’know..?” He admitted. “I mean- they couldn’t had just.. up and left me could they? They would’ve told me they would’ve-“ he was soon cut off “yes they would’ve.” Miles spoke bluntly as he took a swig of alcohol.

“No! I- maybe with you but not with me. I-“

Kilo stopped before covering his mouth, gasping as they’d realized what they’d said, looking over and seeing an angry expression on his brother's face.

“No I- I didn’t mean it like that.”

Miles let out a laugh “no- no I get it! You’re the perfect son and I’m the fuck up they sold! Yeah. Yeah that tracks.” He spoke in an aggressive tone.

“Miles.. you know I didn’t mean it like that, I never said you were a fuck up-“

“Yeah but you sure meant it.”

“No I- you’re not a fuck up. I’ve never thought you were one..” Kilo tried to calm his brother down as he sighed.

“No I mean, what I meant is-.” He stood up.

“I don’t understand why they’ve done what they’ve done I mean- they sold you, like you said, and they.. I dunno I guess never really paid much attention to me and I just..” he sighed, it went quiet for a moment.

“It’s unfair, yeah but..” Miles spoke letting out a sigh before he’d shook his head “They’re just shitty people, don’t try to put much thought into their actions.” He said in an attempt to calm him.

Kilo snapped “No! They’re not shitty people they- they took care of me! They fed me they-“

Miles sort of laughed “Kilo- you can’t still seriously be defending them?” He said in a puzzled way, Kilo about to speak back as Miles hadn’t let him get a word in.

“Yeah- they did the BARE minimum?? Kilo- they neglected you your WHOLE life! And you still defend them?” Miles spoke baffled and a bit angrily as he stood.

“Because they’re my parents!! I’m supposed to love my parents! And they’re supposed to love me! And- I need to do better!” Kilo yelled in an upset tone.

“Oh for god's sake Kil- why can’t you see what shits they are?? They NEVER even fuckin told you about me! You had to find out that shit on your own, what kind of parents fuckin, sell your children and neglect the other one??” Miles snapped at him.

“Maybe they had a good reason! Maybe they were I dunno.. low on money??” Kilo tried to defend his parents

“Oh and you think that’s a fucking excuse?? Low on money? So what? You pop out a baby and sell him immediately??” Miles was so baffled with Kilo’s argument.

“YOU’VE NEVER EVEN MET THEM!!” Kilo yelled out at Miles.

“I don’t need to have MET THEM to know that they’re fucking CHILD ABUSING CULTISTS!” Miles practically screamed at his brother.

“They- what-?” Kilo’s eyes widened as he focused on his brother.

Miles was stunned for a moment before he’d shook his head

“Oh- yeah! Did I mention? Yeah they’re fuckin cultists, built a WHOLLEEEE cult on the raven queen, and I was their little present to her!” Miles ranted out

“What? No I- that can’t be true.”

“Pff- oh hear and weep Kil’ if you don’t believe me? Oh just ask Fern. That’s how we met in the first place.” He spoke as if they hadn’t seen Fern in at least over 3 years.

Kilo shrunk “no I… no how could they-“ he shook his head.

“You remember that little symbol Fern had on his forehead? Yeah that’s FROM them, their sadistic fucking cult.” Miles growled.

“No- you.. you’re lying!” Kilo began to panic as they yelled out.

“Why would I do that?” Miles said as he crossed his arms.

“Because- You’re- you’re just jealous because you killed your dad and I still have mine.”

Kilo said as Miles’ expression immediately changed, more in an upset form as Kilo brought up his adoptive dad.

His expression soon turned to rage as he walked over to his brother, and grabbed the collar of his shirt to lift him off the ground.

“You do NOT get to talk about him like that. Or EVER.” Miles hissed at his brother, who shrunk in the grasp of him.

Miles' expression intensified as he bawled his fist up and growled, before punching his brother in the face, breathing out before letting Kilo drop to the ground as he walked off.

Kilo sat there on the ground as he watched his brother walk off, glancing down at the ground as they clenched their fists, their face ached, but they knew Miles held back on that.. despite everything.

Miles breathed out as he turned within the cave-like structure he was in, placing his head in his hands momentarily as he sighed to himself. “God fucking dammit Kilo..” he spoke aloud to himself.

After some time of walking, he’d made his way to a small stash of different items he’d been smuggling to different people, scanning his items before spotting a barrel, picking it up and taking it with him.

He was supposed to smuggle some illegal items to a faction he was vaguely associated with, he was the guy they’d gone to whenever they needed a smuggler for a task.

Granted, he was good at his job and he worked alone, careful not to involve his friends or family into his crimes as he didn’t want to make it their problem to deal with.

He sighed, making it to the meeting spot after what felt like forever.

“Moonshine! There he is, our favorite smuggler!” A taller, quite bigger person had cheered out, briefly going over putting an arm around Miles as he’d shaken him slightly, Miles could never quite recall the name of the faction or the faces of these people too well though.

Only thing he’d really recalled was these specific two being bigger than him.

“Get off me-“ Miles hissed as he escaped the arm of the first man. “Ah that’s right, shadow-boy doesn’t like being touched.” He spoke with a gruff laugh, backing away as Miles rolled his eyes at this exchange.

“So, did you get the goods?” A, slighter shorter one chimed in.

Miles nodded as he set his barrel down, kicking it over to the two, It rolled to their side.

Miles crossed his arms afterwards.

“Ohh! This is gonna be so go-“ the first one began to pick up the barrel but as he did, it began to growl and rumble, unhinging itself as it showed a mouth that opened to reveal its sharp teeth.

Miles eyes immediately widened

“MIMIC!” The first of the men screamed out before dropping it, the other quickly snatched it, immediately throwing the creature off the nearby underdark rocky cliff side, the three glanced over the edge where it was thrown, seeing the creature fall before it had gone into the endless abyss.

The three went silent for a moment.

The taller man shot his eyes over to Miles, furious as he’d grabbed him by the neck “YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED MOON?!” He screamed at him as he held him up within the air.

Man this would be a good time to teleport, but unfortunately- Miles already used that ability up for today.

Miles gasped as he choked, holding onto the massive hand that covered his throat, attempting to get free “n-no I-“ he gasped out, feeling the hand around him tightening, he had to act fast.

He quickly reached for one of the short swords at his side, swinging it at the hand, immediately dropping to the ground as a blood curdling scream let out of the man.

Miles gasped for breath as he coughed, hearing a thud nearby- glancing over and seeing the hand he’d just severed off.

The man screamed in agony as his friend now went over to Miles,

Miles attempted to get up, but before he even could- he’d felt his hair being yanked back as now he was forced to face the shorter man as he winced. “oh you’re gonna pay big time for that one Moon.” He spoke intensely to him.

As the other tried to stop the immense bleeding from his arm, using a spell on himself to heal the area, now just remaining a stump.

Miles attempted to get out of the grasp of the man who held him, as he sure as hell wasn’t going down without a fight.

Nearly ripping his hair out of the grasp as he’d harshly jolted out of it.

He’d soon felt a hard kick to the face, enough to make him fall onto his face from the nearby ground as he groaned, trying to get up once more, as another harsh kick to the back was done- enough to make Miles yell in pain, being soon met by the first man- pinning him to the ground by sitting on top of him.

“get the FUCK OFF ME-!” Miles yelled out as he could feel the intense pressure applied to his back not budging and keeping him there.

He couldn’t do anything, and he felt helpless. The only thing he genuinely felt good about was his strength, and that felt like it was ripped from him within seconds.

The one who kept him pinned began to speak

“Right.. perk up Moon! You won’t die.” He laughed as he continued, whispering closely to his ear “oh.. but you’ll wish you were..” He spoke with such an intimidating and intense demeanor as laughter was heard, Miles' vision slowly starting to go in and out.

Shit.

He’d completely blacked out, assuming one of them made him go unconscious, he wasn’t recalling how or why.

When he woke up his limbs were pinned down to a wooden table of sorts, not sure where exactly he was.

“Oh good morning sleepyhead.” A voice spoke to him, tilting the wooden panel he was on upwards.

His weapons and armor were taken off of him, just left in his wine colored shirt, chocolate colored pants and black boots.

“Where.. am I.. what did you do to me?” He spoke as he felt the pain from those kicks earlier remain.

He felt so dazed as he tried to get a look around the room he was in, but everything felt and looked too blurry to tell what exactly was going on.

“Oh we haven’t done anything to you.. not yet at least.” The shorter one spoke to Miles as he groaned shaking his head as he felt his stomach churn as he groaned

“Oh yes, well we did drug you to weaken you.. and to knock you out, we know you’re normally quite the strong one, we couldn’t have that..” the second ones voice spoke.

Miles gasped out before groaning “all this.. just for a fucking mimic..?” He spoke weakly as the room began to spin in his vision.

“You ALSO- cut off my FUCKING HAND-!” The taller one screamed at Miles right in his face.

Miles stayed silent for a moment “right well.. to be fair you did try to strangle and kill me..” he laughed weakly.

“Do you think this is funny Moon??”

“A little bit.. yeah..” Miles spoke in such a dazed and loopy voice.

“Right then, I’ll show you funny mister comedian-“ one of them had growled before absolutely decking Miles in the stomach, immediately causing him to throw up more as he groaned.

“God-! Could you have tried to aim somewhere else besides me??” He exclaimed

“Ah shit-“ Miles laughed weakly as he groaned “my bad, next time I get drugged then punched in the stomach by someone I’ll be sure to aim somewhere besides them-“ he laughed weakly before being decked once again, this time in the face, then his stomach, arms, legs, all over. This repeated for quite a while as he’d huffed out.

“That-.. that all you got..?” Miles taunted as he, for sure was totally out of it, bruises quickly forming across his body. As he could almost recall the two men looking in puzzled awe at one another at this man.. not only staying conscious but also joking? Taunting them?

“Right funny guy- enough fun and games.” One of them spoke as he’d soon brought out a beaten up looking tool…? Wasn’t too sure what it was with the dazed vision Miles had right now, maybe a pipe? Crowbar? It was something big and metal.

“The fuck is th-“ he couldn’t even get a sentence in before whatever they’d wielded was hit directly on Miles’ knee joints as he screamed in pain, feeling his bones crack, as they’d hit him in several other places- ribs, arms, over, and over..

He felt himself barely keep a consciousness up, actually he recalled losing consciousness several times during this but being brought back up just so that he was awake for everything.

The pain was agonizing and unbearable..

“And here.. I do believe it's only fair- since you took my hand, I can take yours.” The bigger man spoke as he’d carried a sort of hacksaw, “except.. I’ll make yours, so much worse..” he smiled in a grim manner.

This felt a bit overkill for a small mistake, sure mimics aren’t pleasant to deal with but this was fucking insane.

The saw pressed against Miles’ wrist as he could feel it begin to tear into his skin as he made a blood curdling scream

“Yeah! Doesn’t feel too nice does it Moons??” He spoke as Miles was practically sobbing from how much pain he was in, begging them to stop.

Finally, after what felt like several hours the three were alerted to the door as it had just gotten bashed into, looking up as it was Kilo, standing there within the doorway, huffing out angrily, Miles could barely make him out amongst the tears and the drugs distorting his vision.

“Get… the fuck away from my brother.” He growled in a protective manner.

“What? Moons you gotta brother?? Why’d you never tell us lad?” One of the men spoke with a chuckle.

“Oh hey Kil…” Miles spoke weakly, barely holding onto his consciousness, he was glad he was getting help but.. not sure how to feel about it being Kilo.

“Good gods.. what’d you do to him??” Kilo spoke with a concerned yet angry voice.

“Oh nothing he didn’t deserve second Moon.” A chuckle snuck out of one of the men.

Kilo huffed as he shook his head “listen here- whatever trouble you’ve got with my brother, just let him go. No one has to get hurt, we can discuss this civilly.” Kilo spoke in a flat yet slightly intense tone, he’d always been more of one to talk conflicts through before combat, however they’d hurt Miles, and he was holding everything in him back on fighting them.

“Your brother here gave us a mimic kid-“ the first spoke flatly as soon being joined by the second yelling

“And cut off my FUCKING HAND-!” Showing kilo what used to be where his hand was.

“Good gods Miles-“ Kilo spoke as he facepalmed, “is this true??” He yelled out to his barely awake brother.

“Pff-“ Miles shrugged “Yeah..” he laughed as he spoke weakly.

Kilo shook his head. “God dammit Miles..” he spoke defeatedly, pulling out a sword ready to fight these people.

“Aw lil moon wants to fight-!” One of them called out as Miles began to lose consciousness once more- the world around him getting blurrier and blurrier as he was fading in and out, hearing bits and pieces of the fight commence- hearing the commotion as he couldn’t do.

Anything.

He did hear a very faint yelping noise that sounded to be the sort of his brother, from that alone he could tell he was hurt, he knew what Kilo sounded like and he knew these people struck him.

He completely blacked out soon after that as the void felt as if it engulfed him whole, having the vague memories of Kilo's voice beckoning for Miles to wake up, and being moved somewhere.

He couldn’t figure out if that was real or not, but he assumed so.

It was dark and it was dark for so long..

He felt a poking in his side as the sharp pain came back in that area, he’d winced as he began to groan, his consciousness regained and he saw the sunlight.. sunlight? Oh of course.

He was up on the surface now.

He’d felt the hard dirt road of a ground underneath him as he tried to sit up, wincing in pain.

“You took quite a fall there sonny, we thought you were a goner for sure!” An older man spoke to him with a chuckle.

Miles shook his head as he tried to stand up.

“Oh- easier now there boy, you’re still quite hurt.”

He shook his head at the elder’s concern- seeing his items scattered across the ground as walking felt like agony, attempting to pick his things up as he lost his balance and fell to his knees.

The elder man rushed to his side, attempting to help him “Woah there lad, here-“ he pulled out a small health potion and gave it to miles.

“Sorry I know it don’t be too much, but I hope this’ll get ya back on yer feet.”

Miles quietly had taken the health potion, downing it as he felt some of the pain go away, still quite beaten up but not nearly in as much pain as before.

He sighed out. “Thanks..” he weakly spoke as the old man let go of him, Miles regaining strength had grabbed his things and put them back on.

He felt so dazed as he tried to recall what’d happened.

“What happened to ya?” The elder asked as Miles turned around “I haven’t quite seen a fella as beaten up as you in quite some time laddie.”

“Well I-..” he tried regaining memory as it felt like a massive headache, like the biggest hangover he’d ever had, he briefly looked at his wrist as he’d been putting his armor and gloves back on, now remaining a nasty scar, everything rushing back to him.

“Kilo… oh shit Kilo-“ he spoke as he frantically looked around and not seeing him at all. “Shit, shit- shit!” He began to run.

He ran down the dirt road in attempts to see if he could catch up or see where they’d gone, he ran for what felt like hours- until his legs wore numb and tired.

He panted out, breathing heavily as he placed his hands against his knees.

His harsh breaths shook as the night began to fall. “Fuck… FUCK!” He yelled out as he punched a nearby tree.

“God… DAMMIT!” He yelled out as he paced, his breathing beginning to get shaky as he felt tears trickle down his face..

That was the last time he’d ever seen Kilo.

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sillyman-inc · 8 months

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Reblogging my silly stuff

Hello I wrote something and I’d like to share, this takes place 5 years prior to the campaign.

TW for horror aspects (specifically body horror)

A larger figure had sat hunched against a great tree, they’d had darker blue skin along with a pink nose, wearing a floral and lighter colored clothing, as they’d sported a massive braid that reached down to their knees.

They’d sat there as they’d been contemplating, gazing upon their hand.

They’d brushed their long bangs out of their face that’d usually be covering their eyes- revealing their heterochromia and scars thrashed against his face.

Two by their eye, looking almost of the resemblance of claw markings, the other being a strange cross like symbol on their forehead that went over an attempt at a red circular tattoo.

He let out a long sigh as he’d attempted to cast a spell but. Nothing had come out..

“What’s happening…” he spoke softly to himself.

For this hadn’t been the first time this had happened to him, he’d recalled other events where his abilities hadn’t worked to their fullest extent and hadn’t done what they’re supposed to.

Thinking back on it as their fluff filled pointed ears slanted down in a sort of distress.

They’d thought about what had happened earlier today and the thoughts of it irked him.

He made a fist of his hands and pulled his legs in, as if it was an attempt to make himself smaller.

Granted making themselves smaller was hard as they were towering at 8 ft tall from being a firbolg- a descendant of the giants. other physical traits of his race had included blueish skin, pointed ears that almost looked animalistic, and a rosy pink nose.

“Fern?” A familiar voice spoke, looking over and recognizing the voice to the figure- standing at 6 ft tall, dark hair with a few grey streaks within the hair as a nod to how old he was, to anyone who didn’t know any better would say he’s in his 40’s, in reality he was in his late 300’s.

He wore dark clothing and had rather pale skin with many scars aligned across it. He’d recognized this person as his friend Miles.

“Are uh.. you okay..?” He’d asked him. Fern just glanced at him, then to the ground as they’d gone into deep thought, tears began to trickle down their face.

He’d pulled up his legs to his chest and hugged them tightly as they put their head down.

The other had frowned at this and quietly went to sit down next to him.

“Something’s wrong- with me! I know something’s wrong!” The firbolg yelled in an upset tone, frantically wiping their face.

“I- today You- Kilo- I..” she sniffled.

Miles stayed silent as his friend spoke, he just listened for whatever Fern had to get off her chest.

“Augh- I! I’m a warlock! And I can’t even do what I’m supposed to- my powers? Bloody fuckin useless!” He stood up and ranted as he’d paced angrily- more at himself than anything.

“I can’t do the ONE thing I’m really supposed to do- and, you- you could’ve died because of me! Why aren’t you angry, why aren’t you tearing me a new one???”

Miles just sat there for a moment, processing what Fern had said. “..wait- are you upset because you missed your spell attack..? Kilo and I handled it fine-“

“No! You don’t get it! Because I MISSED, MY attack- you two got hurt, that scar is a mark of proof for that-“ Fern pointed at Miles’ scar on his neck. “and! That fight would’ve been done sooner if I hadn’t bloody fuckin’ missed! Not even JUST missed but the wrong spell coming out too??” He seemed frustrated and upset.

Miles stayed silent for a moment as he’d think of what to respond with

“..Okay, yeah I have a new scar from that- sure. But I don’t blame- you for that I-“ Miles paused before whispering “god Kilo is better with these type of conversations than I am..” he sighed before thinking “do you think you could seek communication with your patron in anyway..?” Miles suggested.

Fern had perked up at that as their ears twitched.

“You’re right- I can..! Wait.” He paused.

“What..?” Miles replied confused.

Fern then had frantically searched their pockets, before grabbing out a compass, “what the hell..” Fern spoke as she examined the compass which seemed to be spinning all around the place. “That’s… new..” Fern spoke as she starred at it, investigating the compass for any cracks or physical flaws- but couldn’t find anything. Just a forever spinning needle.

“It’s.. supposed to always point to her but- this isn’t.. unless she’s playing some weird prank where she’s actually just- right in front of me and spinning around me while.. invisible. Which- yes I can absolutely see her doin. But- that wouldn’t explain my powers..” he spoke before thinking for a bit.

“Come to think of it..” he paused “I haven’t gotten any messages from her in ages.. about a month If I can remember correctly and… that’s around the time when this first started happenin to me with me powers…”

“So.. you think it’s connected..?” Miles asked.

“Yeah no bloody fuckin shit sherlock it’s gotta be-!” Fern exclaimed in a bit rude tone before pausing “Sorry- I know you’re just tryin to help.” Fern sighed, Miles just shrugged.

Fern defeatedly made his way back to sit next to Miles within the vast forest the two were camped at.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do now… a warlock who can’t use their own powers? And who’s patron is…” he stopped as Fern spoke sadly, slumping over.

He didn’t want to assume the worst but he didn’t know what to do, they were in their own head trying to piece together what was happening and why it was happening.

Starting to spiral as they’d curled up into a ball, hugging their knees again.

Miles reached a hand over to place on him gently as a sorta comfort, which snapped Fern out of it.

“Sorry I know I’m not as good with words as Kilo is- but I know we’ll figure this out.” He spoke as Fern nodded softly as he sighed.

Miles took his hand away and just leaned against the tree, the two sitting in silence before Miles broke it.

“In the meantime- you can practice more of that hand-to-hand type combat.” Miles spoke with a small laugh, attempting to lighten the mood as Fern chuckled.

“Ah c’mon you know I’m rubbish at that“ Fern spoke, shaking their head as they’d fixed their bangs back into their original place.

“All the more reason to practice it- c’mon now, you don’t think I was always good at punching people in the face do you?” Miles joked.

“pff- I dunno you seem to surprise me everyday.” Fern chuckled.

The two sat there in silence for a while, not an awkward or uncomfortable silence, but one of the comfort of two friends who’d cared about one another deeply.

As the night carried out, Fern was attempting to piece together what was happening and why.

They’d finally went to lay down in their tent at the end of the day, letting themself drift to sleep.

When their eyes opened, they were back home, within the deep and vast forests that existed in the mountains with their firbolg community. Spotting familiar faces left and right as they finally found them, and everything was okay.

They’d played amongst old friends and family, playing tricks and pranks on them as they’d loved to do.

Playing hide and seek with the younger ones was always fun with having the abilities to turn invisible or change your height.

Hearing the birds chirp happily as they’d built their nests, hearing distant trots of deer as they’d went to find their families, the howls of wolves who were commencing a hunt, the yips of foxes who played amongst one another.

Everything in nature was at peace and at balance.. just as it should be and what Fern and the Firbolgs lived to protect.

“Fern..” a distorted voice called out, as he turned around to see an abomination of different people throughout her life, his family, his friends, the cultists, even Miles and Kilo.

Meshed into one big nightmarish creature- inhuman legs sticking from it that looked as if they were different slumps of flesh and bones,

the creature hovered over Fern as it had looked like it was melting, only just let into creation and already falling apart.

Fern trembled as their eyes had widened, frozen in fear. “Why did you run Fern?” It asked with its hellish voices, as the flesh and heads bubbled and popped.

“all you do is run.. run from your parents.. your home… your…. Cult.. even your feelings!” It towered over Fern as a neck extended from it, the face meeting with him being of one he couldn’t recognize, too distorted to put a finger on.

“You run, and run and RUN.” It screamed at him as the surrounding area set fire, the forest thrived in the fire, as a town was soon spotted behind the monster.. commotion between the town and the forest rose.

Fern hyperventilated, panicking- as they were able to snap out of it before making a run for it.

The creature running after him as it screamed “YOU CANT RUN FOREVER FERNIE!”

He breathed out heavily, as they’d tripped and tumbling down a hill, rolling and rolling on the steepness of it.

She groaned as she hit the bottom of it, but it was quieter now.. hearing instead of fire and a monstrosity of his past screaming at him, but a shimmering sound.. looking up he was.. well in the feywild again.

“What the..” looking around and spotting Maryweathers home, a small cottage in the middle of a meadow that edged on a beautiful forest.. she never did quite like modern civilization.

Fern panted, standing up before running to her home, reaching to her door to knock on it, not even one knock in the house had been engulfed into flames as she gasped, falling onto her back as she closed her eyes, opening to meet the creature back and directly in his face, “goodnight.” It spoke distortedly, before unhinging it’s jaw, revealing it’s sharp blood stained, rotten teeth as it lunged for Fern with a horrible screech.

Fern shot up, gasping awake in his tent, panting as he’d tried to calm down.

They shook their head as they’d sat there for a moment, getting up.

They’d gotten dressed, packed things up and lastly- written a letter which they’d placed besides Kilo and Miles’ tents.

They breathed out as they adjusted the huge backpack they’d had, before leaving into the abyss of the night, taking one final look back at the camp before leaving..

Kilo and Miles had awoken around the same time the next day, after the two had gotten dressed, Miles walked out his tent, stretching before glancing over and noticing Fern’s tent was gone.

“Kil?” Miles beckoned as Kilo had gotten out “yes?” His younger brother spoke, Kilo was a shorter drow elf, he had dark blue skin with freckles painted across it.

A wooden prosthetic leg was visible on his right side, and a scar that covered over his right eye with hair swooping over to accompany it, he’d always kept his hair in a ponytail and had always wore dark armor with a sort of light or angel symbol on the chest of it.

Kilo looked to be in his 20’s or 30’s if you went by human ages and appearances, however he was well into his late 200’s.

“Where’s Fern’s tent gone?” Miles asked, as Kilo immediately noticed.

“Um.. maybe they.. packed up early..? I- I dunno.. I know that’d be a bit strange.. since.. I remember we weren’t going to move for the next few days, but uh.. I dunno? Could be wrong? Maybe Fern uh-“

“Got in trouble..” Miles interrupted

“I’m sorry?” Kilo puzzled.

“If someone hurt Fern oh I’ll fucking kill them-“ Miles began to get aggressive. As he practically growled his words out.

“Now- wait. Hang on. We both know Fern can handle herself, I doubt she’s-“ he stopped “oh hey, lookit this.”

Miles stopped and perked up at whatever Kilo had found.

Kilo bent over, and grabbed a piece of folded paper that titled ‘Kilo and Miles’

He stood up, and shrugged, opening it, Miles hovered over Kilo’s shoulder as he read it outloud. “ ‘dear friends- I’ve gone off the find out why my powers aren’t working how they should be, I suspect that something’s happened to Maryweather. Sorry I couldn’t do this in person, I know if I did you two would put up an argument with me as to come with- but I can’t let you do that, for I fear this may put your lives in danger and I don’t wish to lose you two.

I’ve run from everything in my life, and I’m choosing not to run from this but face it head on without help.

I’m sorry, I hope to see you again some day.

- your friend, Fern’ “

Kilo lowered the letter, before Miles yanked it from him “hey- wait!” Kilo pleaded as Miles crumbled it up and chucked it as hard as he could into the distance in anger he huffed.

“God that fucking IDIOT.” He shook in anger.

Kilo just stayed quiet as he let his brother be angry, sure Kilo wasn’t happy either but his was more in a sad way than anything,

Miles had felt the anger boil over him as he excused himself to go deal with his anger alone.

Kilo let him be alone during this, sitting down next to where Fern’s tent was and let out a sigh as he stroked the grass next to him.

“I’ll see you on another adventure Fern..”

He spoke sadly, at least this time he knew where Fern was going and why.. unlike the situation with their parents where they’d left without any trace of them.

Kilo had lied down within the grass and let himself drift into deep thought about everything.. he felt, sad. Fern was one of his friends, if not one of his only friends.

He was going to miss him a lot.. and he knew Miles was going to, too.

After about an hour of Kilo laying down and being deep in thought, Miles made his way back to their camp panting- his knuckles bleeding and hands sore.

He’d been beating up a tree for the past hour to deal with his emotions, he didn’t wanna have Kilo be around and deal with his destructive emotions and tendencies.

Miles just looked more defeated now.

Kilo perked up at this as he’d sat up, immediately rushed over to him “ah.. Miles..” he spoke softly as he held out his arms as Miles immediately hugged him and just sobbed, leading Kilo to sobbing as well..

That was the last time they’d ever seen Fern.

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